by phillipw | Nov 22, 2019 | TR
Heartwood: By the Shore of the Shenandoah Inspired by the death of Charles Randall Stanfield I would like to die as trees. They do not Respond to music or to other pains. They do not care about death. There’s no slot For nourishing music even...
by phillipw | Nov 7, 2019 | RE, TR, UN
David, the Adulterer, or David, the Whimpering “I’m sorry, Dad” Guy; You Choose Goliath in the guise of love stalks round Us in the margins of our days. Truth dressed In tessellated sentiment is found In mosques and synagogues. Cathedrals test Our...
by phillipw | Nov 6, 2019 | LO, TR
Manifold Some factor in the slope of hills precludes Predictability so that, as roads Send out their asphalt logic, each hill broods On engineered banality and loads Of scrap iron, fags, and ready-salted crisps, But holds its dignity above. The men Who...
by phillipw | Nov 1, 2019 | TR
Trump Cards Made of Satin Let’s not be coarse or subtle, but some cloth Between, perhaps like raw silk with nubbles In warp and woof. Let’s use the wise god, Thoth, As guide so no one’s falseness troubles Debating of the truth. We need the strong Resilience of...
by phillipw | Oct 16, 2019 | CR, TR
I Saw the Cricket Ground I saw the cricket ground in evening light, In Windsor light with calm men moving through The evening air and dressed in cricket white. Long centuries are contained beneath the blue Of evening sky which folds the chestnut blooms In its...
by phillipw | Oct 14, 2019 | CH, FR, ST, TR
Lament for a Tree Surgeon .. I dip my heart in elegy and write, A pen held firmly by the hand of grief. Encyclopedic is the size and height Of this my undertaking. Turn a leaf Of it forever and my sorrow will Have just begun. A hundred trillion trees Can fall to...
